#Young Miko trap Kitty

[aci25]

Young Miko en Argentina rompiéndola

@itsyoungmiko

[babyvvibes]

miko for vouge mexico 💚

[jeni-rare]

😍 YOUNG MIKO 😍

[hotgirlphilosopher]

girlfriend ♡

[11oh1]

[pasiempre]

💗💘💕

[zadzunny]

Young Miko using gender neutral language is literally making me cry I love her so much

[bjorkimpersonator]

my songs of the week

my spotlight of the week has to be young miko. i’ve been listening to her album nonstop. it’s so fun and it’s always amazing to see a woman in a male dominated genre, especially a queer woman. i encourage everyone to listen to Trap Kitty RIGHT NOW. it’s only 20 minutes long and i promise you won’t be disappointed!

[thespectraltiger]

Young Miko en el Coca Cola Flow Fest 2022

Texto y fotografías por Antonio Carlos (@thespectraltiger)

Un ascenso meteórico como se han visto pocos para una mujer como ella, abiertamente lesbiana y de la comunidad lgbtq, en un género musical que sigue arrastrando muchos prejuicios y discursos de sociedades machistas y heteronormadas. Young Miko es proveniente de Añasco, Puerto Rico (igual que la Dura, la Potra, la Caballota, Ivy Queen) y ha tenido una irrupción en la escena del trap, reggaetón y del urbano como pocas exponentes. De alguna manera me recuerda mucho lo que sentí por primera vez cuando escuché a Ivy Queen, cuando era niño en la década de los noventa. Miko tiene un piquete y un flow parecidos, talento y una actitud que resulta incómoda al interior de sociedades que, a pesar del avance de ideas progresistas e incluyentes, siguen poniendo mucha resistencia en contra de mujeres como Young Miko. 

Cuando vi la fotografía de ella junto con Ivy Queen, pensé en lo fan que era de la Queena y lo fan que soy hoy día, siendo un adulto, de Young Miko. Y es que en la joven cantante percibí desde la primera vez que la escuché hace más de año y medio con su 105 Freestyle algo que siento que no estaba presente en la escena. Un piquete, flow, y un performar que se sale de la feminidad hegemónica todavía presente en algunas de las artistas del género urbano. En ese sentido, me recordó a Ivy Queen en los noventa, cuando irrumpió en la escena del underground y performó desde allí una imagen muy distinta de la mujer, lejana de la eterna dicotomía estética que el arte y el entretenimiento ha impuesto sobre las mujeres, la de virgen o femme-fatale. Entonces, desde discursos asociados con la expresión de género, tanto Ivy Queen en sus inicios, como Young Miko hoy día, me parece que se performan desde ámbitos no conformistas, en los que trascienden algunos de los estereotipos de cómo tendrían qué verse y comportarse. Eso no significa que Young Miko en estos momentos no tenga narrativas en las letras de sus canciones que -de una manera u otra- refuerzan estereotipos problemáticos. Pero tengo la ligera impresión que Miko tiene talento, pluma y un equipo que le ayudarán a evolucionar algunas de esas narrativas que pueden ser cuestionables (pienso, por ejemplo, en la apoteosis que hay respecto de la narcocultura en algunas de sus canciones y que tienen efectos concretos en las sociedades puertorriqueñas, caribeñas y latinoamericanas). 

La presentación de Young Miko en el escenario Sprite en el Coca Cola Flow Fest fue el testimonio de una carrera que ha tenido un ascenso meteórico e interesante. Sin embargo, hay que contemplar que Young Miko, dentro de las desventajas que tiene por ser mujer puertorriqueña y lesbiana, también es cierto que posee una serie de privilegios (que van de lo racial a lo contextual) que la distancian de otras personas que, antes que ella, empezaron en este camino y probablemente no tuvieron el ascenso acelerado que ella misma ha podido gozar actualmente gracias los cambios paradigmáticos en nuestra sociedad así como las ventajas que suponen las redes sociales. Con esto no quiero decir que ella no ha tenido dificultades en su andar o que no tiene una disciplina y una ética de trabajo envidiables. Ella misma ha mencionado en entrevistas, como por ejemplo cuando mencionó en su segunda entrevista con Chente Ydrach, que sufre un constante acoso a través de sus mensajes directos de Instagram, en donde recibe amenazas de índole sexual, así como amenazas en contra de su vida, por parte de hombres que piensan que a través del falo se borran por completo todas las preferencias sexuales que salen de la heteronormatividad.

Pienso en las palabras de Young Miko en el Coca Cola Flow Fest "no importa si son lesbianas, bisexuales, pansexuales, heterosexuales, lo que sean, si tienen sueños, luchen por ellos". Y si bien es importante relativizar los discursos meritocráticos, también es cierto que pone el dedo en el renglón en la existencia de personas que viven su sexualidad desde distintos ámbitos del espectro. En su discurso, en su disciplina y ética de trabajo, así como estar rompiéndola en el género, posibilita la visibilización y la normalización de grupos históricamente oprimidos y violentados. Sobre todo, si consideramos que se presentó en un festival de una compañía que históricamente tenía representaciones tradicionales de la configuración de la familia: madre, padre, hijo e hija, así como animal de compañía y todo aquello que era la postal del supuesto sueño americano y las narrativas hegemónicas y aspiracionistas que de éstas se derivaban.

También es importante recordar lo que ha dicho en entrevistas de cómo las mujeres deben esforzarse el doble en el mundo del entretenimiento porque siguen existiendo idearios machistas que consideran que las mujeres no son tan capaces de hacer música, rapear y performar dentro de lo urbano, a menos que sea como objetos hipersexualizados, listas para ser consumidas. Sin lugar a dudas, su presentación en el Coca Cola Flow Fest 2022 es un triunfo para ella, su equipo de trabajo, el género urbano, y para todxs lxs que queremos un mundo cada vez más justo, diverso e incluyente.

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[aci25]

Young miko trap Kitty

[babyvvibes]

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[pinkslipxox]

May I please request a kind of enemies to lovers fic with Miko? She & reader met in high school through Mari, and reader just never liked her cockiness and thought Miko was a fuck girl, but really the only reason Miko ever entertained other girls was because we kept turning her down. Now years later, she's recording Trap Kitty and we go to the studio with Mari and Miko is just so sincere and sweet so we finally give her a chance 🥹

Of course, angel! Ugh I loved writing this one 😭🙈

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“C‘mon, Y/N! I promise she’s changed since high school,” Mari tries to reason with you.

“Vicky? Change?” you scoff in disbelief.

“It’s been five years, of course she has! Besides, you’re the only person she asked for,” Mari says and for a moment you put down your defenses.

Your jaw drops. “I-I am?”

You are genuinely shocked.

María Victoria Ramírez de Arellano Cardona— known to everyone at the time as Vicky— was a name that you knew all too well. You met her through Mari, your best friend since childhood, in high school. Everyone in school knew who she was. Her bold personality and cocky attitude made her stand out of the crowd. It was what made her loved or annoyed by your peers and teachers.

In your case, she annoyed you.

Vicky absolutely loved to pick on you. Her flirtatious smile, the mischievous gleam in her eyes, the way she sweet talked everyone made her into the typical fuck girl that you swore to never fall victim to. Yet, little by little, you started to notice that she started to pick on you less and less. Instead she started to pick on other girls, which confused you, but at the sametime made you feel relieved.

The last time you’ve seen or heard from Vicky was at graduation day. You picked up songwriting, a hobby of your that soon became into your career. While you were still not as well known, up and coming artists have reached out to you for your expertise, which made you grow a small fan base. And if it weren’t for Mari, you would never have known or even guessed that one of those up and coming artists was Vicky herself.

Under the name Young Miko.

“She wants to meet with you— today,” Mari reveals and your jaw drops even lower.

“W-what? What time?” you stammer.

“Her studio session starts at six.” Mari checks her watch. “Ya son las 4:45 p.m., Y/N. Si vas a ir, tienes que decidir ahora.”

You bite your lip. The thought of seeing Vicky after all these years both flatters you and makes you nervous. You’re surprised that she’s even remembered you in the first place. It just has to be coincidence that the two of you are even interested in the same industry together.

“I’ll go,” you tell Mari, who sighs in relief.

“Perfecto. Puedes ir conmigo en mi carro,” she says and you nod.

You quickly gather your things together and head out of the door. As the two of you drive to San Juan, Mari fills you in on Vicky’s career thus far and the album she’s planning to release later this year. And that’s where you come in. Mari tells you that she’s been having trouble finishing the lyrics to a song she’s working on, and it’s for that reason why she’s reached out to you in the first place. You’re genuinely impressed by how well Vicky was doing so far. And you admit that you’re excited to listen what she’s been working on. You absolutely love music, and the fact that Vicky did too does not come much as a surprise to you.

By the time Mari parks her car, the nerves slowly creep their way back into you. You’re just minutes away from seeing Vicky again. And you pray that she really has changed as you and Mari are whisked away to the seventh floor of the building, where Vicky’s studio is.

“Puedes pasar!” you hear her voice from the other side of the door, and Mari pushes the door open.

“Adivina quién llegó!” Mari announces as you step inside the studio.

You make eye contact with a brown haired girl. A gasp escapes your lips when you realize that it is Vicky. Physically, she hasn’t changed save for the tattoos that decorate both her arms. She is clad in an oversized hoodie with baggy jeans and a beanie on her head. That part of Vicky hasn’t changed either. She was rarely seen without a beanie or hat on her head.

“Y/N!” she exclaims with excitement, making your nerves calm down a bit, and she hurries over to you with a big smile on her face.

“Hi, Vicky,” you greet politely.

Should you shake her hand or hug her?

“Can I hug you? Is that okay?” Vicky asks sweetly as if to read your mind, and you inwardly breath a sigh of relief as you nod.

“Of course,” you say, and for a moment, you are frozen when Vicky wraps her arms around you, but nevertheless you return her sweet gesture.

“How have you been? It’s been, what, three years?” she muses and you chuckle softly.

“Five years, actually,” you correct her and she gasps.

“Acho! Time flies, doesn’t it?” Vicky giggles. She then gestures towards the she seat she was sitting on. “Siéntate, por favor. I hope you’re as ready as I am.”

“Let’s get started,” you chirp.

Turns out that Vicky is very talented. She even plays you some of her finished songs for you. And asks for your feedback once they end.

“I really like the beat. And the lyrics are catchy. What was the name of the song again?” you ask her, and you can’t help but notice that she’s gotten a little shy from your compliments.

“It’s called Riri,” Vicky says softly.

“That song would go hard in a club,” you tell her, earning a sheepish giggle from Vicky, and you can’t but admit just how adorable she looks right now.

“Gracias, mami,” she murmurs, catching you a bit off guard with the nickname she gave you.

“So…” you hum, trying to sound nonchalant, as you straighten up. “What about that song you need help writing?”

“Actually,” Miko says sheepishly after a beat of

silence, biting her lower lip, “I never needed help with the song. I… I actually just wanted an excuse to see you.”

“What?” you say softly, your heart beginning to flutter. You’re not sure if it’s by the way Vicky’s looking at you or if it’s by the confession she just made to you.

“I just really wanted to see you. And… also to apologize for bothering you throughout high school.” Vicky then takes a deep breath, her eyes looking into yours with a tenderness you’ve never seen before… and hesitation. “I had a such a big crush on you— I still do, actually. I did what I did to get your attention but…” She then gently takes your hands in hers. “If you’d be willing to give me a chance, we can start over. And I’ll prove to you just how much I’ve changed.”

Her words echo in your ears. Vicky has never been as sweet and sincere to you like this. Ever. She was always so teasing and forward. At first you think this is all a dream, but the feeling of her warm hands holding yours is proof enough to assure you that what is happening in front of you is real.

“I’d love to,” you murmur, unable to contain the smile spreading on your lips.

Vicky visibly relaxes and she breaths a sigh of relief.

“If you’re not doing anything after, let’s go out for dinner. And we can catch up,” she proposes and you nod excitedly.

“That sounds amazing,” you smile, and Miko gives your hands a gentle squeeze.

“Perfecto.” She then bites her lip again. “Can I kiss your cheek, Y/N?”

Your heart flutters again. “Of course you can.”

And so does. She holds your chin ever so gently and kisses your cheek. Your smile only grows, and you know deep inside you that is but the beginning of a beautiful new relationship with Vicky.

Your Vicky.

[hotgirlphilosopher]

Miiiiiiiine

[borntoocry]

i wanna write a one shot about a thick latina x guitar player/band ellie so bad. been thinking about it every time i listen to cuando te toca and literally all of trap kitty by young miko. let me know if i should. i literally will. been thinking maybe in ellie pov or oc pov.

[parlantecl]

Young Miko llega a Chile con su "Trap Kitty World Tour 23": 26 de Octubre en Teatro Caupolicán

[sesskag1postchallenge]

Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)

Created by awesome people on the SessKag SitBoy Discord, one post at a time in complete wild abandon. This is a SessKag crack fic. 

Chapter one:

Walter20507/29/2019 He found the group surrounding the campfire. Jaken was intent on trying to steal the Tetsuiga once again for his master Lord Sesshomaru, but something caught his attention as he peered through the bushes. The strangely garbed miko that he had sparred with when they first encountered each other had pulled something strange out of her yellow satchel. It appeared to be...

 SlayerYesterday at 9:05 PM

Something he had never seen before. Jaken's poor little brain had no idea what the object was so he pocketed it when her back was turned. And ran back to his Sesshomaru-sama.

 imjaneeesYesterday at 9:21 PM

It was... triangle shaped. With three holes. And the other was a stringed object but this one had two triangles but smaller than the first.

Strange object it was, it was somewhat elastic too. The fabric was nothing he's ever encountered before and thought to ask his lord about it later, HE was sure to know. His lord knew everything. Upon closer inspection, the odd objects were strangely decorated too, with something that could probably pass as a Neko if you squint enough.

Walter205Yesterday at 9:42 PM

Jaken was so busy examining his ill gotten goods that he didn’t notice the oni until he ran smack into the large demon before falling back onto his toady old behind. The demon turned as he dumbly stated what a good snack Jaken would make. For his part Jaken was just about to yell for help from Lord Sesshomaru when a red line appeared at the top of the oni’s head and ran down the creature’s midsection before stopping at the groin. The red line grew in size before the oni became two distinct halves of his former self as they fell apart from each other. In their place stood a distinctly female version of Sesshomaru, one which triggered a familiar memory within Jaken before she spoke; “Little Imp, you are my son’s servant are you not? Would you be so kind as to lead me to him?”

   Jaf JafYesterday at 10:26 PM

Jaken scrambled around for an answer, his words a jumbled hot-mess of incoherence and babble until he finally managed out a wheezed "Yes." He tucked away his loot from the miko into the depths of his sleeves, before beckoning Sesshomaru's mother with a bow and another polite rush of words.

  Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 10:39 PM

Meanwhile, back at camp, Sesshomaru couldn't shake the feeling something unfortunate would be occurring soon. Generally this gut feeling took him to the problem and he would obliterate it without issue, however this itch did not bring with it a path to follow. Left with nothing to go on, he found himself brooding in thought against a tree. His mood sour.

 Walter205Yesterday at 10:55 PM

But Sesshomaru was pulled out of his musings by the appearance of Rin, accompanied by Ah-Un and Kohaku. The last had just joined his group along with Kirara to aid in the hunt for Naraku. Previously the last he had seen of the whelp was four years ago during the events surrounding the events at Mt Hakueri but he had heard through the Shikon Vine that his brother and their companions had managed to free him from Naraku's control and restore his life while removing the Shikon Shard embedded within his neck. Sesshomaru kept a disapproving eye on the young whelp as he knew he had taken a fancy to Rin and didn't approve of the two being together. 

 The crunching of twigs and leaves drew Sesshomaru's attention to his left. He found Jaken as expected but he was accompanied by...his eyes grew wide as Rin and Kohaku both let out a startled gasp.

 Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 11:13 PM

Encouraged by the gasps of the teenagers, InuKimi did her best to sound exasperated, "My, Sesshomaru, I expected to see some young with you at this point, alas there is no sight nor scent of a pup and Mate having been near you." Folding her arms across her chest, she pinned him with a glare, "Just what have you been wasting your time on?"

She glanced back over to the teens, "And just what is your excuse? Young virile humans, get to it before you die."

 Walter205Yesterday at 11:40 PM

Both of their faces turned beet red and briefly they glanced at one another before turning away while making startled exclamations and excuses for why nothing was going on. Jaken watched in some amusement before he remembered about the strange thing he had snatched earlier from the miko's satchel. 

 "Oh my Lord, earlier I retrieved something from your brother's wench that may prove useful," the toad said as he withdrew the oddly shaped and patterned cloth. Inukimi stood directly behind the toad and snatched the garment as soon as she saw what it was. She scented it deeply before tossing it in her son's direction. 

 "Memorize that scent my son, it reeks of both pureness and wholesomeness, rare traits to find in this day and age, at least by lowly human standards."

 Somehow, somewhere, she didn't know why, but Kagome felt like she reaaaally shouldn't be anywhere in the feudal era but alas, duty calls and the shikon no Tama won't put itself back together.

 Walter205Today at 12:09 AM

"Almost time for bed. Sango, want to join me in a hot springs dip?" asked Kagome as she stood and stretched. Shippou took notice with an exasperated sigh as both Miroku and Inuyasha stole glances at her filled out form before both quickly glanced away again, Miroku having the added incentive of Sango wagging her fist at him. 

 "No Thanks Kagome, I think I'll sit this one out and keep an eye on the others," she replied while side glaring Miroku. 

 "Oh all right, I'll be back shortly," she said as she disappeared into the woods. Having finally learned after a few years, Inuyasha waited until she had disappeared before snorting and muttering that she would take a lot longer.

 imjaneeesToday at 12:30 AM

Kagome walked off to the springs, a smile on her face as she thought of the soothing feeling the warm waters would give her aching muscles.

She reached the hot springs and proceeded to undress and dip herself in the water, a moan escaping her lips as soon as she was settled. One of the few perks in the feudal era: free hot springs. 

Deciding to do some cleaning while she was at it, she reached for her bag and dug her hand in. After some reaching, she frowned. That was odd. She knew she put it there earlier. Rising to her feet, she looked inside the bag, the noises she made rummaging through her bag blocking the snap of a twig she normally WOULD have heard.

 Jaf JafToday at 12:35 AM

Sesshomaru approached from the trees, an un-amused grimace plastered on his face while he watched the girl spin around and stare at him in mortification. His hand behind his back and a lifted brow, he would have sneered. "Do you need a moment?"

Kagome hissed and slipped back into the water, trying to recover her dignity more than anything. "Excuse you," she hissed watching his impassive face for any hint.

"Hn." He gave none, but proceeded to slowly circle around the hotspring. "You seem to be missing something miko, and not just your sensibilities. Honestly. Bathing by yourself, in a forest, at night. Shameless."

 Walter205Today at 12:40 AM

Briefly, she considered calling Inuyasha for help, but didn't want him gazing at her in the nude or a huge fight to break out when she was trying to bath. Plus, so far he hadn't tried to attack her but rather was just prancing around the edge of the Hot Springs. 

 "What would you know about it?" she asked while trying to gauge his intentions.

 Stormie Like WeatherToday at 12:42 AM

"Being a youkai myself, I can attest that if I were a lesser sort you'd be in very real danger. Be that as it may, my intentions are pure this night."

 Jaf JafToday at 12:45 AM

"If your intentions were anything other than being an asshat," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Then I'd purify that pretty pale butt of yours on the spot."

"Oh," Sesshomaru's lips curled up in a flash-quick minuscule smirk before disappearing back into a thin line purse. "Is that a bluff or a promise?"

 Walter205Today at 12:49 AM

"Enough of this game," said Sesshomaru in an odd tone of voice as tentacles suddenly exploded out of his form. Kagome barely had time to open her mouth for a scream before they wrapped around her head and arms, trapping her in place. 

 She watched in sudden disgust and horror as Sesshomaru's form transformed from that of the stoic demon to Naraku in the flesh. 

 "You're far too trusting of your allies my precious little shard detector and now I once again have you within my grasp. Oh, and about your purification threat, I have something right here for that," he says as he brings his other hand out from behind his back, revealing a collar that he places around her neck just as she starts calling up her powers. 

 The pink light fades from her as she starts to feel weak.

 Jaf JafToday at 12:57 AM

It's one of those brief fleeting moments, that Kagome experiences every now and then. Some might call it a near death experience. Others might call it a miracle. Some may say it's the receptors in a brain trying to make pain less than what it really is.

But in that one second, the miko saw a figure in the treeline. Glistening white fur, round coal eyes, and large white paws. The pink bow and the denim overalls were a dead give away. Hello Kitty stood in all of her glory, wide face as expressionless as the hanyou-formerly-disguised-as-demon-lord was.

"Kagome," Kitty whispered, fading into the forest. "One of the best feelings in the world is knowing that both your presence and your absence means something to someone. Are you really gonna let this slinky bastard get you when no one will notice?"

Kagome felt a spike in her consciousness and anger. I'm so not going down as a "shard detector".

  Stormie Like WeatherToday at 1:01 AM

Naraku brought his face close to her's, his cold wet tongue slithering out to taste her sweet pure collar bone. Tentacles as slimy as an earthworm, she forced herself to wriggle her arm free. As he chuckled, "I thought I'd never get you alone girl, now that I have you-! Gaaahh!" Her thumb went into his eye socket with a squishy plop.

  Stormie Like WeatherToday at 1:04 AM

Enraged, she bit the closest appendage and growled, "You think without my powers you can take me?!" Blood speckled her face, "Think again!"

  Jaf JafToday at 1:05 AM

Naraku floundered back for a moment, his tentacles splashing up water as he flailed for balance. His voice floated over the wind like squeaky nails on chalk as he howled in pain.

 Stormie Like WeatherToday at 1:12 AM

The momentary distraction was enough for her to slide out of his slick tentacles like a piece of soap in his hands. With a splash, she began to climb out and run. Not looking back to see how close he was, she focused on her feet hitting the ground. Branches scraped along her skin, and she could hear him screaming in frustration behind her. Each foot fall took her farther away. The fact that she was naked didn't register as she had one thing on her mind, survival.

 Jaf JafToday at 1:16 AM

Nothing mattered to her other than retreating to safety. The scrape of branches and wood, the bite of insects and grit. Not a single thing fazed her as she made her escape. She ignored the sharp needled twinge that spread along her bare feet, and the icky prickling of goosebumps along her skin. Her one train of thought was get out get out get out get out.

 Stormie Like WeatherToday at 1:21 AM

With no sense of direction, it had only been a matter of time until she hit a point where she could no longer run. Her heart thundered as she was forced to pause. Blood rushed through veins. Water rushed over the cliff before here, splashing into a river many meters below. The cliff before her could mean death, but waiting around could mean worse than death. She bit her lip, and made a decision that would determine her fate.

 Jaf JafToday at 1:24 AM

"Presence or absence," Kagome muttered, whispering the wise kitten's earlier words. "I'll be missed. Someone will notice."

Without a second thought, she lunged off the edge at the thundering sound of Naraku's approach. She was willing to risk the thundering waters over the hanyou. Surely the drop-off would be more kind to her than he would.

 Walter205Today at 1:54 AM

She felt the embrace of strong warm arms mid-fall that whisked her away from the torrent below. Opening her eyes, she beheld focused blue eyes and black hair held back by a brown bandana. Her eyes opened wide before glancing back up the cliff face to see Naraku staring down at them from the opposite cliff face. 

 "Kouga!" she exclaimed with a mixture of relief and surprise. He turned down to ask her what she was doing way out here naked and without puppy face protecting her, only to see that she had passed out cold. Not knowing anything of the current situation beyond their mortal enemy chasing her down, he made the decision to leave Naraku behind in a cloud of dust as he retreated with his intended back to the wolf demon hideout.